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CATCH YOU CATCH ME.ᐟ
valerie ꨄ・ she / her ・ black ・ 8teen ・multi‑fandom ・bi ・ koriand’r girlfriend ・hiori's motive ・ chocolate enthusiast・ ice cream sandwich luvr ・ always a little delulu
moots + recs ✶ abt me ✶ tutorial
s*x pollen v. the state (of his failed marriage)!
abstract: who would have thought that a sex pollen curse with no ability to get prosecuted, would be the key to solving higuruma's failed marriage with the woman he still loves?
tags: ex-husband! higuruma x non sorcerer! reader, 2.8k wc, smut, intoxication (he gets hit by a curse idk…), reposted + edited from my old blog ! | art by hunnismoker (i still think abt this art) <3
“H-Hiromi..? What the hell are you doing here? And why do you… look like that?”
When you rushed out of your room, shirt hastily put on at the sound of the door of your apartment door being knocked, you didn’t expect for your ex-husband to appear.
Hiromi’s eyes were hooded, tie all fucked up. His jaw was clenched. His skin was pale and his pupils were dilated—as if he was high on adrenaline. It was probably 11 at night; you called off and you lounged all day after an unpleasant encounter with one of the judgemental supervisors. Your plan tonight was to watch some reality TV—potentially get take out, paint your nails and even try out a new toy you bought yourself.
You didn’t expect to open the door to then deal with your ex-husband? (who you potentially…still miss…) But he looked insane, restless.
“Can I… come in by chance?” You knew Hiromi wasn’t one to be a leech. He was far from that—and was the type of person who’d rarely ask for help.
You blinked, swinging the door open and motioning inside. “Yes, get in here.”
It was true, that Hiromi Higuruma would rarely ask for help. Hell, he was the top student at every institution he attended—and even as a Jujutsu sorcerer did he rarely ask for help. He was a damn genius.
A genius in academics and harnessing skill, that is. Not so much when it comes to managing time and communicating within his marriage to you (another lawyer…and the only love of his life).
put a baby in me
as you wish
can you do some puppyboy ness headcanons 🥹
a/n : i saw this req right after i changed my pfp on ig to puppyboy ness...i genuinely don’t like my writing here sorrysorry it’s bad it’s been awhile since ive read the manga so kinda ooc ackk (ill probs rewrite it soon)
puppyboy!ness who’s the clingiest and most affectionate pup you’ve ever met, constantly hovering around you and giving you hugs randomly throughout the day.
puppyboy!ness who would rather cut off his own arm than willingly part from you, which required you to constantly pry him off while listening to his pitiful whimpers.
puppyboy!ness who finds genuine joy in helping you with absolutely anything. whether it be house chores or just fetching something from another room for you.
puppyboy!ness who once offered to help assemble a dresser. but you shooed him off, worried that he might hurt himself since he wasn’t familiar with the tools. however, the rejection stung harder than anything, causing him to withdraw gradually, thinking that he was redundant and hindering you.
puppyboy!ness who would overthink everything, feeling useless and opting to quietly sit beside you instead of the usual pawing at your shirt and demanding for head pats.
hiii! could you do a ness x reader basically fell in love at first sight. reader is super flirty and sweet with ness but serious to everyone else and ness is super flustered because he isn't normally the one people choose. ness is all pink in the face while reader is hanging on his arm,complimenting him, kissing him, and playing with his hair while completely ignoring anyone around him, in favor of ness. ^^
awwww cute tysm!!
only you
alexis ness x gn!reader. this got veryyyy suggestive idk
ness had no idea how this happened.
you were everything he wasn’t used to. serious, quiet, a little intimidating to anyone who didn’t know you, but kind, especially to him. and you were smiling so sweetly as you curled your fingers in his hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“so soft… are you sure you’re real?” you asked, teasing but level as your nails gently scratched his scalp. ness nearly melted into his seat.
“y-you’re gonna embarrass me…” he mumbled, voice too small to match the pink crawling up his neck to his ears. “everyone’s looking.”
you glanced up briefly at the passing stares from teammates, managers, and every other nosy person in the hall. your expression cooled to something flat and disinterested. “i don’t care about them. only you.”
CLINGY ! ┈─ MULTI BLLK MEN
೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 multi bllk men x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵 4.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) big spoon or small spoon !?
ㅤ( ୨୧ ) WARNINGS ! tooth rottening fluff !!
RIN ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 90% OF THE TIME! ; rin doesn’t say it out loud, but he sleeps best when you’re tucked neatly into his arms—like it’s the only way his world stays still. he likes the way your back fits against his chest, the quiet rhythm of your breathing syncing with his. his hand always finds its place around your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin, grounding him. sometimes, when you shift, he’ll pull you closer without a word, murmuring something soft that sounds like your name. on the rare nights you convince him to let you hold him instead, he goes stiff for a moment, then sighs—a small, quiet sound that feels like surrender. he’ll never admit it, but he secretly melts at how gentle you are with him… even if he still insists he’s the one who sleeps better being the big spoon.
SAE ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; Sae isn’t the type to initiate affection, but when he’s tired—really tired—he finds himself naturally curling around you. it’s not dramatic or over-the-top; it’s quiet, protective, safe. his arm drapes lazily around your middle, his face buried in your hair, and there’s this faint hum he makes whenever you shift closer, like he’s wordlessly telling you to stay. he’d never admit how much he likes the warmth of your body pressed against his chest, or the peace that settles over him when you breathe in unison. every now and then, though, when he’s had a long day, you’ll feel him ease back into your arms instead. and even then—he somehow still manages to make being the small spoon look composed and beautiful, like it’s just another quiet victory.
SHIDOU RYUSEI
50/50! unpredictable menace energy ; shidou doesn’t have a default—he just wants to be close, however that looks. sometimes he’s behind you, arms looped around your waist so tight you can barely move, his laughter tickling your neck as he presses kisses into your skin. sometimes he’s the one being held, head buried against your chest, grinning when you trace your fingers through his hair. he likes both—the way he can protect you as the big spoon, and the way you can calm him as the small one. it’s chaos, but in that shidou kind of way: wild, affectionate, impossible not to love. if he’s the little spoon, though, expect him to turn halfway through the night just to start a new wrestling match disguised as cuddling.
ISAGI YOICHI
SMALL SPOON 70% OF THE TIME! ; isagi doesn’t mean to be, but he is a small spoon most nights. there’s something about feeling your arms around him that lets him relax in a way nothing else does. you can feel his shoulders soften, the steady rhythm of his breathing slowing as he melts against you. sometimes he’ll grab your hand and pull it tighter around his chest, whispering something drowsy and half-asleep—like he’s scared to lose the warmth if he doesn’t hold it close enough. but every now and then, when he’s feeling extra confident, he’ll pull you against him instead—clumsy but determined, pressing a kiss to your temple before falling asleep mid-sentence. you always wake up to find him back in your arms though, the softest smile on his face.
MICHAEL KAISER
BIG SPOON 80% OF THE TIME! ; kaiser likes control—likes being the one who gets to hold, to pull, to tease. when he’s the big spoon, his arm fits perfectly around you, hand resting on your stomach as he whispers little nothings in your ear. his breath is always warm, always close, and you can feel him smirk against your skin every time you shiver. he’ll kiss the back of your neck lazily, just because he can, then murmur, “comfortable, liebling?” like he’s not the reason you can’t think straight. but—every so often, when the world feels too loud—he lets you be the one to hold him. and that’s when he’s quiet. eyes closed, head tucked under your chin, hand still tracing absent shapes against your side. he won’t say it out loud, but he sleeps easier like that.
ALEXIS NESS
SMALL SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; ness fits into your arms so naturally it’s like he was made for it. soft hair brushing your chin, heartbeat steady under your hand—it’s domestic, sweet, easy. he hums when you pull him closer, always whispering a gentle “goodnight” before he settles in. he likes knowing you’re there, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his back until he falls asleep. when he’s upset, he doesn’t even need to ask—you just know, wrapping him up until he relaxes against you. still, sometimes he surprises you by rolling over and hugging you instead, chin tucked over your shoulder with a smile. “just this once,” he says, but the way he holds you—protective and warm—says otherwise.
KARASU TABITO
BIG SPOON 75% OF THE TIME! ; karasu’s the kind of big spoon who makes it feel like second nature. he’ll pull you in after a long day, chin resting on your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbles about nothing in particular. his hand moves in slow, comforting motions against your waist, tracing shapes he’ll never admit are little hearts. sometimes, when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll whisper things—soft, fleeting confessions that melt into the dark. but every once in a while, you catch him off-guard; you pull him into your arms, and he freezes for half a second before relaxing, a quiet laugh escaping him. “you tryna steal my job?” he teases, but he doesn’t move away. and when morning comes, he’s still there—tangled up in you, pretending he’s not the one holding on tighter.
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you think that alexis ness is so stupid.
why?
he just can’t take a hint! you’re hopelessly in love with him, yet he’s too hung up on soccer and michael kaiser.
oh, god, don’t even mention michael. world’s best striker? more like world’s biggest jerk!
he caught on that you liked alexis pretty early on. and whenever you’re—unfortunately—alone together, he teases you about it.
back to alexis, though. who even cares about that blue-haired rat…
you drop hints back and forth, he’s almost too dense to be cute. almost.
you hold eye contact a little longer with him. that’s surely a sign!
you search for him first in any room. that’s surely a sign!
you stand and walk beside him at any given chance. surely that’s a sign.
you tell your friends all about him; his little v-shaped smile, the way his eyes light up animatedly, the way he laughs, his shy demeanor but confidence when he’s passionate…
what’s not to love about him?
and he’s so gentle. he’s polite; the nicest a boy has ever been. he hovers his hand over the small of your back in crowded spaces, asking you through a whisper beside your ear, “is this okay?”, before he guides you around.
he holds your hand sometimes, keeping it nice and simple. palm on palm, your fingers resting on the back of his hand.
it’d be so intimate to interlace your fingers with him…
very, very rarely, when things are rough and he can tell you’re upset—he always does, but often chooses to protect your self preservation, thus often doesn’t point it out—, he moves your hair out of your face, holds you close and presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
oh, but that’s just what friends do, it seems.
if only this stupid boy knew just how much of a fool he is. just how much of a fool in love, you are.
on the flipside, though, michael kaiser swears that alexis never shuts the fuck up. the boy’s delusional, for sure.
on and on about how you’re surely dropping hints.
like, you don’t hold eye contact with anyone. but you maintain it with him, and for long periods, at that. that’s surely a sign!
you find him first in any room, that’s surely a sign!
you stand and walk beside him, like, always. surely that’s a sign.
and you’re so perfect. what’s not to like about you?
your charming smile, your entrancing laugh, your eyes that shine with every grin… you’ve got him enamoured!
if only silly you knew just how much of a fool you are. just how much of a fool in love, he is.
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i NEEEED bllk boys controlling your vibrator pt. 2 with ness, kaiser, and bachira 😔🙏🙏
i love your work pls feed me
bllk boys !
controlling your vibrator p2 ⋆。°✩
— bachira meguru, alexis ness, michael kaiser.
includes. afab!reader. toys, public teasing, orgasm denial, phone sex, mutual masturbation, established relationships, no explicit fucking, heavily implied sex. gets more unhinged as you go.
bachira meguru ☆
it was so like your boyfriend to place a pair of inconspicuous-looking panties on the edge of your bed. he always took it upon himself to buy you whatever he thought you needed—feminine products, jewelry, and on occasion, lingerie. you didn’t complain though. it saved you the effort of going out to shop on your own, which was immensely time-consuming.
that was until halfway through your picnic when you felt something brush against your slit. a slight tremor that ended as quickly as it began. bachira simply idles beside you, hand wrapped around yours as he points to a spot in the distance. “we can set up there. what do you think, y/n?” he smiles, the picnic basket in his other hand as he waits for your input, not a trace of malice on his expression. you blink, nodding along as he yips and hoorays. it must’ve been your imagination, right? you almost forget about it until it happens again—a strong vibration that shoots straight to your core.
“what the fuck?” you murmur, looking around and under you, then back at bachira. he grins, holding up a strange, black object you’d never seen before. “looking for something?~” he nudges the little switch up, making you yelp. your fingers dig into the blanket, cunt fluttering at the stimulation. “m-meg! did you—” another jolt. the underwear! he giggles at your glare, enjoying the way your eyes snap open when realization dawns on you. “do you like my gift? it cost a pretty penny.”
your food remained untouched for the rest of the date.
alexis ness ☆
“falsch. try again, schatz.” his voice is soft and encouraging beside your ear, arms wrapped around your torso as he sits you snug on his lap. your fingers are splayed out over the german booklet, breaths escaping as uneven puffs of air as you recite the paragraph again. you only make it halfway through this time before stuttering.
he clicks his tongue, an amused smile spreading over his face. he can’t find it in him to be annoyed. not when you look so adorable squirming in his lap, the length of the vibrator engulfed by your insides and slick pooling onto his pants. “again. you’re so close, y/n,” he says, and you have to remind yourself he’s talking about the lesson and not the sticky mess between your legs. “c’mon engel. almost there.” his words are soft, amused. he’s enjoying this.
you blink back tears, sucking in a shaky inhale as you begin to read again. “faster,” he whispers. you comply, skimming over the entire passage with only a couple hicks here and there. overall, it was a good enough try. enough to satisfy him. ness hums, pressing kisses along your shoulder. “good. you’re getting better.” you melt at the praise, letting out a content sigh when he finally increases the vibrations—a reward for your obedience. “we’re almost done,” he says, pulling you out of your reverie. almost?
“just a little more. you can do it.”
michael kaiser ☆
“hahh… m-miss you, micha.” the pink silicone vibrator peeks out from between your thighs, a slight but visible blush spreading over your cheeks. kaiser stares back at you through the phone screen, his camera aimed low as he chuckles. “miss you too, liebling. wish i could see you right now.” his voice is low and sultry, long fingers stroking up and down his thick shaft. the sight makes you shiver.
“but you can be a good girl and wait, ja?” he asks, a lazy smirk crossing his features as soon as he sees your hand begin to creep down your body. “y/n, what did i say about touching yourself?” your hips jerk forward, whining pathetically when the vibrations slow. “s-sorry. need you s’bad.” your hand reluctantly goes to grip the sheets instead, head lifting up to meet his gaze in hopes he’d take pity on you.
“good. you’re so good, schatzi,” he praises, letting out a pleased hum as his movements get sloppier. needier. “keep looking at me like that.” the buzzing starts again, so loud that you’re certain the mic picks up on it. your lips fall open, legs trembling. kaiser pants, eyes half-lidded as he jerks off to your bare figure clad in only his jersey. “scheiße, gonna fuck you so hard… gonna make you cum on this dick when i’m home.”
needless to say, you went to sleep with a smile on your face.
koaflower ᥫ᭡.
bllk boys !
controlling your vibrator ⋆。°✩
— shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, sae itoshi.
includes. afab!reader. toys, public teasing, orgasm denial, binds, established relationships, no explicit fucking, heavily implied sex.
shidou ryusei ☆
oh, you gave this power to the wrong guy. the moment you were engaged in conversation, distracted, or had simply forgotten the fact you had a mini vibrator inside you, he’d turn it on again. there’s a wolfish grin on his face, relishing every stutter and whimper you let out. you wanted this, so don’t get mad at him for playing along.
“y/n~ you were saying?” he rests his head on his palms, staring at you adoringly as he cranks the vibrations up. one of your old friends had the unfortunate luck of running into you today, entrapping you in an agonizingly long conversation with them. he kept his eye on you, transfixed by the way your leg thumps up and down against the table like an anxious little bunny.
you shoot him a quick glare, about to repeat yourself when your back shoots up straight, a little yelp slipping out at the sudden onslaught of vibrations. he almost snickers, but he holds it in, cocking his head to the side instead. “what’s wrong, baby? feeling unwell?” he coos, pretending to press the back of his palm to your forehead in faux concern. you turn to your friend, offering tight-lipped apologies, but he sees the way your fingers grasp at the edge of your seat. shidou leans in a little closer, breath brushing against your already reddened ears. “tell him to fuck off already. i’m getting bored,” he pouts. his voice is level, but his expression is anything but, boring into you with a ravenous hunger.
he was going to have so much fun with you tonight.
nagi seishiro ☆
he blinks down at the remote cluelessly. what is this? part of a new gaming console? he’d tried playing with the on and off button or what he assumes is the volume meter, his thumb nudging the switches up and down, but to no avail. before he could do any more damage, he hears hurried footsteps and a distant hum.
“s-sei, have you seen my…” you trail off, eyes widening when you notice the circular remote in nagi’s hand. you look flushed, and he can’t figure out why. your legs are pressed together, brows pinched tight as you lean against the sofa for support. “your?” he echoes monotonously, already seeming bored of the mysterious gadget as he unknowingly bumps it up to max.
“hnng… sei,” you gasp, the vibrations hitting your clit just right. it’s not until he looks at you again—really looks at you—that he puts two and two together. his brows raise just slightly, holding onto the device tight when you attempt to swipe it from his hand. “so that’s what this is…” he holds it up to your face almost tauntingly, making your cheeks grow redder. “sei, g-give it back!” he pulls it back before you can reach out, fully intent on exploring all of its features.
“don’t wanna. can’t i test it out first?”
itoshi sae ☆
how cheeky of you, to buy this without his knowledge. he drags his thumb up his phone screen, watching as you writhe and squirm, pitiful moans mixed with a quiet buzzing. “again? what was that, the third time?” he teases, a playful lilt in his usually apathetic tone. he’s been at this for what felt like hours, bringing you to the brink of satisfaction before lowering the vibrations again and again. you were needy and sensitive, that much was obvious, but he wasn’t going to give you what you really wanted. not yet.
“p-please, sae,” you beg pathetically, thighs rubbing against each other as you’re denied again. he gazes at you like you’re art set in motion, eyes raking over your naked and bound body. “didn’t know they made apps for this,” he says, testing the different rhythms and paces with a casualty that made you shudder in need. “so innovative.” he finally settles on one.
the leather digs into your wrists, making you whine as the vibrator hums. you were already making such a mess, cunt drooling and soaking the sheets. “s-sae, mmf, fuck!” your head falls back, lips parting into a pretty ‘o’ shape when he glides his thumb all the way up again. “c-coming! ‘m gonna—“ before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, phone completely discarded as he pulls the vibrator out of your greedy walls, making you cry in frustration. sae tilts your head up, leaning close enough that you can smell his cologne. “wouldn’t you prefer the real thing?”
that shuts you up real quick.
koaflower ᥫ᭡.
Hey girlie can I request some nsfw with Bachira?? Like reader comes to pick him up from practice and she sees him in his uniform all sweaty, panting, hair sticking to his forehead and she has to fuck that man NOW!! No shower, she wants him sweatyyyy <3
bachira meguru !
my man, my man ⋆。°✩
includes. afab!reader. EXPLICIT smut. fingering, semi-public, heavily implied sex, mostly build up.
a/n. FIRST EVER SOLO BACHIRA SMUT FIC ??!?!!!? i fear this just awakened smth in me. thank you for the req <3
he must be busy.
you mindlessly scroll through your phone, trying to distract yourself from the constant stream of anxious thoughts. your boyfriend hasn’t replied all day, which isn’t uncommon given his profession, but you couldn’t help but worry. he always manages to find time to text you even during the worst training regimes. they guy can’t function without you.
you lean against the entrance of the training center, staring at the screen like it’ll make the three dots appear faster. you don’t even register the sound of footsteps approaching.
“y/n?”
bachira’s eyes are wide and glimmering, a grin taking over his awestruck face. he has a cold towel draped around his neck, blunt bangs stuck to the sweaty surface of his forehead. he looks unbelievably good—sweat running down his neck and cheeks flushed with a faint red like he’d just ran a marathon, which, knowing him, he probably did.
you want nothing more than to devour him whole.
he drapes an arm around your shoulder, about to ask why you’re here so early when he’s abruptly dragged into the locker room. luckily, no one else is around. just you and your sweaty, panting mess of a boyfriend.
he juts his lip into a childish pout before catching the glint in your eye, the way you hurriedly tug at his damp uniform. bachira smiles, letting you push him against a locker. “someone’s feeling bold~”
your hands glide through his hair, angling his lips to meet your fervent kiss. “can’t wait. missed you,” you murmur, the words muffled by his tongue licking into your mouth. you can taste the salty sweetness of his sweat lingering on his upper lip. he groans, pushing you up against the opposite side of the wall.
your legs wrap around his waist, and he uses the momentum to grind his hard-on against your clothed sex. bachira plants wet kisses down your neck, sloppy and breathless and wild in all the ways he is. “s’pretty, baby. want me to take you right here?”
you nod, tossing your head back as his hand slips under the waistband of your pants. deft fingers tease your slit, gathering slick before sinking inside you. neither of you pay attention to whether the door is closed or not.
one thing’s for sure, he’s not letting up until you finish what you started. you’ll have to beg him to stop if you want to leave before closing time.
koaflower ᥫ᭡.
can i request a mix of like nsfw and sfw with bachira?? like maybe it’s going through the sweet and thoughtful things he does for his gf that makes her want to jump his bones? like, he always drives without question because he knows she hates it? he’s getting road head. he lets her sleep in on the weekend and does the laundry before she wakes up? she’s riding him on the couch. he gives her random things he’s found throughout the day because they remind him of her? she’s tearing his clothes off.
bachira meguru !
he’s so good to you ⋆。°✩
includes. afab!reader. EXPLICIT smut. aged up characters. oral (giving), heavily implied sex.
poor bachira doesn’t know how much danger he’s in.
he was just so thoughtful, so in tune with your wants and needs that everything he does sets you off—driving because he knows you hate it, helping with chores on days you feel too tired to function. a man that perfect shouldn’t exist, and yet here he was in the form of your boyfriend.
his mere existence makes you infuriatingly horny, and you always make sure to show your appreciation in full. he brings you food during a lunch break? you’re letting him fuck you against the desk. he makes you a playlist? you’re riding him to the songs playing in the background. there’s never a dull day in your sex life.
so when you came to watch his game and he handed you a fresh bouquet of flowers, you wasted no time dragging him behind the bleachers. he’s still sweaty and breathless from the match, his skin salty under your tongue as you run it along his stiff cock. you tease the veins, feeling it pulse under your ministrations as he guides your head with a shaky hand.
the flowers lay discarded beside him, budding and craning in your direction the way the mushroom tip of his dick does, oozing pre from the sensitive slit. “y/n,” he gasps, rolling his head back against the wall as you take him into your mouth, eager and wanting. bachira lacks his usual quips, whimpering into his fist as his back arches.
you keep your eyes on him, the thrill of getting caught and your unwavering gaze making his body shudder violently. you’re going down on him like he’s the only thing worthy of your attention, sucking and gagging and dripping saliva all over the base of his cock. he’s not going to last much longer at this rate.
“i can’t—hah,” he moans, jerking his hips upward and lodging himself deeper into your throat. “a little more, baby.” his voice is hoarse and low, airy like he’s on the cusp of release. bachira brushes the hair from your face, making sure you were comfortable even now, when his toes are curled and vision is hazy.
“you’re doing so well, but…” he pulls your head back, your rosy lips parting with a wet pop! bachira plops you onto his lap, slipping a hand under your waistband to rub at the damp patch soaking your panties. he grins, using the other to wipe the slick from your lips. “it’s not fun if i get all the pleasure.”
a/n. reader (yes, all of us) is horny asf in this. THANK YOU FOR THE REQQ!!
koaflower ᥫ᭡.
alexis ness !
on his knees, begging for you ⋆。°✩
includes. afab!reader. EXPLICIT smut. voyeurism, sub!ness, fingering, orgasm denial, crying and begging, pathetic ness.
a/n. holy shit i love pathetic men. feeling like shidou rn. I’ve been super busy, but all requests are a current wip! thank you anon for the req :)
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“schatz…”
his breath ghosts over the skin of your ankle, fingers dancing up and down the side of your leg. ness is perched on his knees, cock stiff against his lower abdomen as he peers up at you through half-lidded eyes. there’s a reverence in his gaze that makes you shiver, his dark pupils dilated and breaths bated.
“please,” he whispers. you tilt your head to the side, pushing his chest back with the tip of your foot. you’re being so mean to him, making him sit there with his dick out his pants, the sight of your bare body on full display just out of reach. you smile. “dunno… think you deserve it?”
he nods frantically, a quiet sob leaving his lips. he’d done exactly as you asked, hands tucked behind his back with his knees planted to the ground. “y-you promised..! just a touch... h-hurts, baby.” tears cascade down his cheeks in big, fat globs, making his vision blurry. it was pitiful, really, but nowhere near enough to convince you to stop. he just looks so delicious when he gets like this.
“need to… hic… see you s’bad,” he pleads, groaning in utter despair when you spread your legs for him to see. you’re so wet already, folds glistening and arousal soaking into the sheets. he can’t bring himself to look away, saliva pooling in his mouth as he swallows back a guttural moan. his dick twitches, tongue swiping over his lips.
“look s’good… wanna taste,” he says, already imagining your taste on his tongue—pussy grinding against his face, his cock sheathed into your throat. tears spatter onto his thighs.
you lean back onto your elbows, a hand trailing down between your legs. just a little longer. you’ll push him just a little longer. his eyes widen, a look of absolute betrayal passing over his face as you rub circles over your sensitive clit. no, fuck! that was his job—his fingers that should be diving in and out of your tight hole, eager tongue lapping up your juices. his hands tremble with unbridled envy, watching as you moan in tandem with your fingers.
“please… can make you feel s’much better… hic… anything you want.” he could cum from just this— listening to your greedy heat take in each digit with ease. you gasp, curling your fingers up into your g-spot as your hips buck. he knows the exact spot, has memorized your body so thoroughly he could recreate it in his mind’s eye.
“anything?” you echo, your voice broken and tender as you continue fucking yourself in front of his face. he needs you so bad, so much that he might die if he can’t have you. “anything! everything you… hic… want. i’ll be s’good. be your good boy,” he sobs, his cock so stiff that it physically hurts to move.
you laugh, a sharp, condescending thing that makes him dizzy and sends his heart into a flurry. “yeah? such a good boy f’me, aren’t you?” you cup his cheek, the touch like a soothing balm over his desires, his head instinctively nuzzling into your hand. so warm… it’d fit perfectly around his length, stroke him up and down until his body is limp and he’s shooting blanks. “all yours... all for you,” he says, and he’s certain that it’s true. for you, he’d do anything.
you finally inch your hand away from your dripping core, and all at once, he’s compelled to please. to take. to rut his hips into yours and kiss your neck and—
you bite your lip, beckoning him closer. “show me how good you are, then.”
he doesn’t have to be told twice.
ness’ nose is all red and snotty, face streaked with tears as he crawls towards you, hands scrambling for your waist. he looks up at you through wet lashes, hearts forming in his glossy eyes. “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he mutters, fingers roving over your skin like it’s a treasure trove, reunited with the feel of your body.
he wastes no time lifting himself up and joining you on the bed, his knees aching and bruised from kneeling, but it’s all forgotten when the tip of his cock rubs against your slit. you let him take over, eyes gleaming with amusement as he lays you down lovingly. despite being denied for so long, he couldn’t bring himself to make demands of your body. ness was simply here to please.
“won’t disappoint you, engel. promise.”
IM HARRRRRD omg i love ness
Eeeekeke hi I want to make a request!! Nothing too specific just a afab!reader x ness x kaiser 3some with both of them being a little pathetic because I eat that up every time<333 Your writing is soso good btw
kaiser and ness !
at the same damn time ⋆。°✩
includes. afab!reader. GRAPHIC smut. threesome, cunnilingus, fingering, rough penetration, handjob, overstimulation, hair pulling, degradation, clit play.
a/n. i fear i’m going straight to hell with this one but icl, i cooked SO hard. this was my first time writing a 3some so the positioning might be weird?? anyways i LOVED this req sm. i wanted to make it more pathetic but the demons took over… so lmk if you want a longer version. thank you for being patient and i hope you like it :)
word count. 814
“so verdammt schlampig (so fucking sloppy)… are you even trying?”
deft fingers tangle into ness’ brownish-magenta hair, driving him forward into your cunt with a force that sends him staggering onto his knees. there’s a muffled cry before he’s nudging his nose against your swollen clit, thick globs of saliva dribbling down his drenched chin.
“pathetic,” kaiser spits, stroking his painfully erect cock as he watches. your legs are spread, ness’ arms hooked around your thighs and back arched to an almost impossible degree. he cups your chin, tilting your head back until you’re shuddering, half-lidded eyes staring into his feral blue ones.
kaiser was pissed. of course he was. he’d lost—on live television, in front of thousands of fans in a crowded stadium cheering his name—to stupid fucking yoichi, no less. and here ness was, eating you out so fucking slowly with that lewd, lovestruck expression on his face. did he have to do everything by himself?
“move,” he scowls, pushing ness’ head to the side. his lips detach from your puffy folds with a soft pop, vision blurry and dazed as he sits back obediently. he knew better than to disobey when kaiser was like this.
the blond flips you over, gently nudging your legs apart before sliding his cock head over your slit with a low hiss. “fuck,” he mutters to himself, face contorting as he grabs a handful of your bare ass cheek, the flesh soft beneath his palm. “thought i told you to prep her f’me.” he casts a sidelong glance at ness, who flinches with his hands pathetically clasped over his erection.
“s-sorry,” he stutters, scrambling onto his hands and knees like a fully trained dog to slot himself in front of you. ness’ cheeks flush as his dick stands rigid against his lower abdomen, pupils dilated in arousal. so pretty. you look like a vision—bottom lip trembling with each agonizing inch of kaiser’s thick cock stretching you open. he presses a wet kiss to your forehead, hands going to massage your breasts. “does it feel good, y/n?” he asks softly, fingers tweaking the hardened buds as your hips buck forward. “i wanna make you feel good too,” he whispers. you could almost see the hearts in his eyes.
ness captures your lips with his, tongue slowly licking into your mouth. it’s slow, passionate—a complete contrast to the hips drilling into you from behind. “hey,” kaiser growls, pulling your attention back to him with a sharp tug on your hair. petty bastard. “focus on me.”
“k-kaiser,” ness whimpers, lips wobbling like he’s on the verge of tears at the loss of your attention. the blond ignores him, brows pinched in concentration as his cock slams into your sweet spot. “hah, this it? much better than his… fingers, hm?”
“she looks like she’s in pain,” ness says, hand trailing down to find your clit, still swollen and overstimulated from earlier. “are you sensitive here, y/n?” he smiles warmly, eyes crinkling like he’s asking about the weather or if you’d watched a particular show. you try to reply but nothing comes out, your words reduced to incoherent babbles, drooling seeping down your lips. how adorable.
mind-fucked and body aching, you wrap your trembling hand around his throbbing size, making the midfielder yelp in surprise. “a-ah..! y/n…” his back arches, head falling back as your thumb brushes the sensitive underside, pre-cum smearing down his length. “that’s—if you keep doing that...” he places a large hand over yours, shaking as he guides it up and down to the pace of his own breaths. his cheeks are a pretty rosy pink, thick strands falling over his eyes.
kaiser snorts, leaning into you from behind and pressing open-mouthed kisses up your bare back until he reaches your ear. “god… look at you,” he says. “getting off on this like a damn slut. she’s getting, ah… tighter.”
“look at me,” he commands. you do, eyes watery and hand soiled in another man’s pre. he shivers. you’re fucking insane. almost as insane as him.
“tell me i’m good,” he says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust. “tell me—scheiße—no one else can fuck you like this.” his eyes blaze with a wild desperation, like he craves your approval. like he might die if he loses this, too.
“not ness… not even pathetic yoichi.”
you whine and his eyes screw shut, feeling you clamp around his dick like a vice. you’re so loud, so incoherent that he can hardly make out ness’ soft whimpers beneath your moans. the room smells like sweat and sex, both men’s ragged breaths fanning over your hot skin.
and what a powerful seductress you must be to have the michael kaiser and his loyal lapdog wrapped around the tip of your finger.
he bites down, hot tongue laving over the newly red mark forming on your shoulder blade.
“wanna bet? let’s see how long you can last.”
OH MY GOD NESS oh and kaiser ig
(why the fuck did this give me flashbacks on that one toxix yaoi called love in hell)
I can’t stop imagining what it would be like being intimate with BACHIRA. You’re probably, most definitely, his first. He is a bubbly sunshine, laughing and giggling always, and yet, the big moment comes and he is silent. Maybe you have a bit more experience than him. And it’s not that he is scared; he knows he can trust you.
But can he trust himself? To provide you the proper care? To actually make you feel good? He is so in his head, poor thing, that you can read it in his eyes. His hands are shaking a bit; he is biting his bottom lip and his warm yellow eyes are looking at you in a silent plea of “Help me”.
Which is how he ends up resting against the mattress, you straddling his lap, showing him what it means to be taken care of. His little breathy whines are already so cute, but nothing could have prepared you for when you actually took him. Your velvety warm walls gripping tightly on him and he is as good as gone.
His eyes roll back, fingers gripping the bedsheets, mouth open as one of the most scandalous moans you have ever heard leaves his sweet innocent lips. And just like that he is begging you to go faster, whining that he needs more, gripping and squeezing your soft flesh as his mouth seeks yours in a desperate, pathetic attempt to conceal his panting breath. His slightly rough hands are cupping your cheeks as he keeps moaning your name in such a breathy way it’s making your own brain malfunction.
“Eyes on me Bee, cmon, I know you can do it. You’re doing so well,” you murmur softly, praising him while leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.
A soft squeal left his lips at the gesture, his hands gripping your shoulders as if he was trying to make you sink on his cock even more.
“Too much…” he says in a soft whine, his hips desperately moving against yours, looking for his own release.
Your hands move on his hips stopping his movements. “You have been good until now. Cmon, you’re so close I can feel it. Take it a bit longer; can you feel it? You’re making me feel so good,” your words a soft melody whispered in his ear. “Can you do that for me, Bee?”
“Yes.. yes, ma’am. Please— I love you. I love you.”
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𝒞HEATER! 𖥔
pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader
( inspired by this beautiful art by @/shimisstuff )
you feel toji smirk behind your ear, big hands running over your clamped breasts, avoiding nipple (for now).
the arousal had been building between your thighs for a while now, panties half down your thighs.
"you like that, mama? being teased like this while your boyfriend is just outside?" he whispers, wrapping his long fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them all the way down before ultimately deciding the floor would like them better.
"shiiitt— yes, 'ji. fuck me stupid." you say as quietly as you can, hands moving up to grip at his ravenette locs.
he tilts your head back, pressing his lips to yours— swallowing any sort of sound before it was too late.
the thrill of being caught— you enjoyed it. that's why you had new men around the house practically every week. you preferred to do it if your boyfriend was in the house, mind you.
his hands inch closer towards your wet heat, slick dripping down your inner thigh.
"is this exactly what you want, princess? for it to be known that your boyfriend is dating someone who isn't satisfied with what he gives?" his fingers finally sink down into your pulsing cunt, the touch making you shiver.
you respond with a frantic nod, goosebumps forming along your skin as you whimper at the touch.
his free hand goes to massage your nipples, pulling the clamp straight off— massaging the hardened peaks.
you moan, eyes closing before you feel a dripping length at the entrance of your pussy.
toji's cock was one of the biggest, one that you'd feel for days, even when your boyfriend attempted to sway you to the bedroom.
you were always down for a good fuck, that was one thing about you.
your moans grow louder as he slides into you, pre kissing your cervix as he bottomed out.
he grabs your waist, slamming his hips into yours in a fixed rhythm.
"feels good, mama?"
"mmng— y-yes, toji! feels ssooo good!" you cry out, voice raising a little higher than it should.
"shhh, quiet, doll." he pulls his middle and ring finger from where they were before, stuffing them in your drooling mouth.
your eyes close, tears clinging at the tips of your eyelashes, mascara running down your full cheeks.
"suck. please." he says, moving his fingers in 'n out of your mouth, feeling as your warm tongue circles around his long digits.
"look at you. so pretty." his heavy balls slap against your ass, ready for release.
you quiver, abused pussy being at the very edge of an intense orgasm.
"f—fuck.." you whimper around his fingers.
he hits your cervix one last time before frothy white cum paints your insides, spilling onto you and your boyfriend's shared bed.
you scream out, tight pussy clenching around his half- hard cock, adding onto the mess.
he removes his hand from inside your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth and his fingers.
toji pulls out of you, grabbing the discarded panties and sliding them back up your legs.
"don't wash that off. it's a reminder i'm always there."
the banging on the door is a reminder to where you are, boyfriend trying desperately to get in your shared bedroom.
"baby, open up! what could you possibly be doing in there?!" he yells, voice cracking.
your eyes widen, and you panic for a second before shoving toji under the bed and quickly putting all your clothes on.
"nothing, darling. don't worry about it!" you say back, thighs still shaking as if they know you want more.
and that seems to ease his worries. he walks away from the bedroom door, footsteps getting more faint every step he takes.
you needed to break up with that guy soon. toji was obviously way better in every way, not to mention he filled you up so perfectly.
you blink, taking in the actions of what you'd just done. did you for once start feeling committal about a guy who's dick was abnormally long?
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established relationship, gn reader, nagis touchy asf eugh
clingy!nagi who can never be too far away from you.
clingy!nagi who thrives off of your touch. even if it’s just interlocking your pinkies together or nudging your knee with his under a table
clingy!nagi who gets shy when you point out how touchy he is. “shut up,” he mumbles while burying his face deeper into your chest
clingy!nagi who gets jealous whenever you speak to another person, like it’s actually unhealthy. he’ll sulk for the rest of the day and won’t let you out of his sight
clingy!nagi who doesn’t have an issue with letting anyone know you’re his. your face is plastered everywhere— his lock screen, polaroids on his wall (that you set up because he was too lazy to) and of course his pc wallpaper
clingy!nagi who doesn’t care when your friends point out how he has no shame holding you like that in public. “what’s it to you?” he scoffs and just holds you tighter
clingy!nagi who secretly kisses you whispers how much he loves you while you’re asleep. “mmh…my pretty y/n” he says quietly while kissing that sweet spot below your ear
clingy!nagi who doesn’t let you get up in the mornings. “y/n…just give me five more minutes. you’re so warm, please?” he pleads while tugging the back of your pyjama shirt to pull you back to bed.
clingy!nagi who loves you sm <3
a/n : baby’s first post🥹🥹and it’s nagi..he’s not one of my favs but i’ve been loving clingy nagi lately oki bye IMSONERVOUSTOPOST
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who’s always been that lazy. You’ve been having to drag him out of bed since elementary school!
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who only hung out with you. Other kids were weirded out by him. You didn’t run or mock him, though. That was nice.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who gave you video game recommendations when you started playing. Did you only start because of him? Yeah, but he didn’t have to know that.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who had some confusing middle school years… You had gotten prettier, plus you had so many new friends. Why were you still friends with him?
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who didn’t talk much about soccer when he started playing. You were almost worried that he was unhappy doing it. The passion only came when he texted you all the way from Blue Lock.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who did, in fact, get eliminated. He was a mess over it, too. You helped him as much as you could, but of course he still ended up at Side B anyway.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who made sure you were the first to know when he finally got a spot on the U20 team. Not even Reo knew yet.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who was terrible with communication, but he still managed to invite you to all of his games.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who still elbowed Reo whenever he wouldn’t stop running his mouth in front of you, because he was always repeating some sappy crap Nagi had said earlier. You didn’t need to know he liked you. That was a hassle.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who would have been content watching you from a distance, but he obviously still said yes when you asked him out.
Childhood Best Friend!Nagi who eventually stopped elbowing Reo, but he would never stop whining. You knowing he talked about you was a hassle…
@graciesromantics